[He doesn't know. He doesn't know, he doesn't even have an idea, and that's what galls him. Nate is accustomed to picking out what he sees as easy answers to otherwise complex problems, but he doesn't have enough information to do anything but throw spaghetti at a wall and hope something sticks.
For a long moment Nate stares at his sketchbook, at the smudges he made on accident, at a drying drop of fluid from one of the tanks. It's clear he's wrestling with something, for once at a loss of what to say, hand hovering over the paper. Hesitating.
Eventually Nate's shoulders sag and he looks at the host in the tube; the expression on his face isn't sad, but neither is it angry. More than anything, it is resigned.]
...I've seen a lot of shit, Taako. I don't think I ever...thought about it much. Didn't have time to.
[He sucks his lip into his mouth, worrying it briefly.]
Guess I didn't realize how fucked up that made me, until I saw how everyone here was reacting.
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For a long moment Nate stares at his sketchbook, at the smudges he made on accident, at a drying drop of fluid from one of the tanks. It's clear he's wrestling with something, for once at a loss of what to say, hand hovering over the paper. Hesitating.
Eventually Nate's shoulders sag and he looks at the host in the tube; the expression on his face isn't sad, but neither is it angry. More than anything, it is resigned.]
...I've seen a lot of shit, Taako. I don't think I ever...thought about it much. Didn't have time to.
[He sucks his lip into his mouth, worrying it briefly.]
Guess I didn't realize how fucked up that made me, until I saw how everyone here was reacting.